Early morning in Santiago on 22 of May 2009 we lost our brother Mauricio Morales. He was carrying an explosive device which detonated in his back pack, he died on the spot. It is assumed that the disgusting institution of the school of the Gendarmerie was the aim of his attack. He died a fighter, without fear, without hesitation, confronting every form of power.

He decided to turn his hatred into action. He transformed his life into a constant struggle against the existent. Publications, direct support to imprisoned comrades, the spreading of anarchist and anti-authoritarian literature, the spreading of ideas were part of the daggers he sharpened during his life. In this way he wanted to contribute in different ways to the destruction of this society based on the logic of power and exploitation.

Remembering these moments our hearts fill with pain, but it is important not to fall into the lethargy that the loss of a comrade can lead to. We cannot forget that he died with his eyes fixed on his aim. And this fact must shake us, must help us to open our eyes.
We are at war, the strikes will be many, but that’s how it is for a fighter that doesn’t stop, doesn’t bow his head; that makes his life, among other things, a constant surmounting of obstacles.

The harshness of death strikes us and is such a whirlpool that sometimes we can barely believe what is happening. Death or prison is not only a slogan, today for us, those words are tattooed with blood and fire.

…some words written by comrades of Mauricio in 2009 who remain in our hearts and continue to fire our passions.